Run: 2026-02-17-01KHNFPNCNBF5HWJ45WFX2N1Z7

The storm-lashed windows of Thornfield Manor groaned against the relentless wind. Rain lashed the ancient stone facade in sheets, obscuring the moonlit drive. Inside, the study lay in grim silence, broken only by the crackle of the fire. A body lay sprawled across the mahogany desk, a stark contrast to the polished wood. Inspector Thorne pushed back his soaked coat, his gaze fixed on the victim. Eleanor Vance, renowned for her sharp intellect, now lay still and pale. Her throat bore a deep, jagged wound, crimson staining the pristine linen. A torn letter lay discarded nearby, its contents obscured by rain. A shattered vase rested near her hand, its fragments scattered on the rich Persian rug. Thorne knelt, examining the scene with clinical detachment. The room held no obvious signs of forced entry, only the quiet aftermath of violence. He noted the victim's expensive watch, still ticking steadily on her wrist. A single, elegant pearl earring lay half-hidden beneath the desk. The air hung thick with the scent of ozone and blood. Thorne straightened, his mind already racing through possibilities. Who would commit such a heinous act within these hallowed walls? What secret had Eleanor Vance uncovered? The storm outside mirrored the turmoil within the manor.